Lor Duda - How Tf (feat. YWD Kyran) Lyrics

Ayy, niggas be dissin' and broke as a bitch, how the f*ck is you broke, you all in my dick
Go hit a plate and I'm back to the shit, got la bro in the trap, but he runnin' through
Scripts
Shorty was tough to us, diamonds got clipped
Crazy as f*ck, anybody get hit
Lil' shorty won't f*ck, so I gave her the dick
Boyfriend was tweaky, you know he got split
Then I pop me a prick and I feel him like Smith
Got Lebron in a trap, but he ditchin' that fist
And the bitch, she a E that she won't get a kiss
Sorry, lil' baby, you can't take a piss
Then I serve me a P and I swerve to the six
Niggas be dissin' in real life, he bitch
And my niggas gon' step, give a f*ck who you with
Throwin' up seats, but that nigga ain't cripped
These niggas keep bluffin', they bluffin' for chips
They steady be chattin', they talkin' bullshit
Same nigga around when his brother got split
Same lil' nigga tryna call me a bitch
Same lil' nigga tryna call me a bitch
Same lil' nigga got found in a ditch
Now I'm up in these f*ck niggas, hatin' on this, uh, wait
F*ck around, bro, they just hittin' my lips
How you mad
Your nigga get paid on the fifth
Yeah, they hot, but these niggas ain't faded like this
Catch the sky, man, I feel like I'm damn near a blimp
Ain't got hugs, but these niggas just say that they pimps
Ain't got chum in this nigga, ain't got him a grip
F*ck around, bro, they just hittin' my lips
How you mad
Your nigga get paid on the fifth
Yeah, they hot, but these niggas just say that they pimps
Ain't got hugs, but these niggas just say that they pimps
Ain't got chum in this nigga, ain't got him a grip
F*ck around, make a call, I'ma send out a hit
F*ck around, make a call, and I'm gon' get my neck wet
Runnin' from dick to bitch, f*cked up the best
I'm Kenoji, he still scream for the sex
Nigga call me a bitch, f*ck around and be next
F*ck makin' a call, I'ma send me a text
My dad had to call me collect
Money ball, we still ball like the Nets